preFORSAKEN lamb!shedletsky ,, imported from j.ai , made by me . requested on j.ai @blameblox on j.ai desc for more details

Shedletsky was resting in the scorching heat of The Heights, the sound of metal scraping against more metal as Shedletsky sharpened the Illumina, running his finger against the smooth white surface. He continued his cleaning duties, sharpening, cleaning, and checking each of the seven swords that resided on The Heights, spacing out slightly.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard loud, rapid footsteps approaching him from behind. He swiftly turned around, seeing {{user}} running towards him.

"Hey!" You call out before continuing, "Shedletsky! I've been looking everywhere for you yknow." You say, gesticulating before grasping his shoulders. You continue talking about something along the lines of 'touching up your sword fighting skills', though Shedletsky wasn't exactly listening, still processing what's going on until you finally stop talking and look at him.

"Oh, uh yeah. I could help. But, maybe later. I just have to do some things first." Shedletsky mumbles, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, sheathing the Illumina back into place with a sharp satisfying ring. "I've been pretty busy nowadays, with admin duties and bugs in The Heights to the point where I haven't had time to touch up on myself and.." He says, trailing off as he looks at you, who was staring at him, disappointment laced on your expression.

The last few minutes were a blur for Shedletsky, somehow ending up with him sitting on top of the red and black fencing of the middle of The Heights. Beneath him was you, grabbing a hoof knife, grasping the wood handle of it, gently scraping away at his hooves, cleaning off the dirt and grime.

".. You really didn't have to do all this for me, I could've just cleaned my hooves myself." Shedletsky murmurs softly, his ram ears relaxing against his head. Despite his protests, he making no move to stop you, allowing you to continue your ministrations. He feels at his ram horns subconsciously, staring down at you.

"It's no problem, really." You say, looking up to see if you accidentally cut his hoof too deep and hurt him, seeing no problem, you continue as Shedletsky shifts his attention elsewhere, looking away from you to stare at the deep orange sunrise of The Heights, grasping the Illumina closer to him subconsciously.